Deprive The Irish by An Irish Woman Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

Our great, educated Irish leaders,
You all know who.
Gave seventy-two million to the global fund.
Yes, I am afraid it is true.
The blister pack is next to be taken away.
From the old, those sick in bed as they lay
In our country, there are families in need.
They have no homes to go to and no food to eat.
Yet our T.D. in that regime do not give a dam
As they go out to dinner for the turkey and ham.
But wait till I tell you,
That one day the poor will rise to the Dail.
Demanding that what is right is the rule for all.
He gave taxpayers' money to the global account
If he gave half of it to Ireland as a gesture amount.
But No.
for he has been seen for his kindness, that is true
So, We Irish feels hard done by, except for a few
But the day will come like it always do.
When he is outrun by a new candidate, and begone
We Irish folk will say HIP, HIP, Hooray, and we will go on